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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.