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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Japan,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.