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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
ABC,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.