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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.