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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.