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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.