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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.