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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.