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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.