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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.