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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.