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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Crime,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.