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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wire to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.