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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.