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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.