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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.