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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.