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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.