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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Technova,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.