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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.