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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
X-101,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.