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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.