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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.