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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.