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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Fear,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.