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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.