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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.