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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.