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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.