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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.