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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.