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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
X-102,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.