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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.