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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.