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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
ABC,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.