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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.