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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.