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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
DNA,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Symarip,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.