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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.