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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.