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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.