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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
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.