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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Zapp,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.