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 China and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.