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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
10cc,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.