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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.