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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.