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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.