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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.