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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.