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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Can,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
X-102,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.