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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.