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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Index,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.