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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.