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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.