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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.