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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.