Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.