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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.