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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
the Association,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.