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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.