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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.