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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.