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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.