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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.