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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.