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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.