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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Organ,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.