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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.