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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Can,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.