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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.