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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.