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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.