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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.