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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.