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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.