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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
MC5,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.