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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.