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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.