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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.