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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.