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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.