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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.