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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.