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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.