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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.