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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.