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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.