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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.