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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.