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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.