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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.