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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.