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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Lalann,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.