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 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.