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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.