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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Fear,
10cc,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.