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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.