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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.