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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.