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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.