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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.