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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.