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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Wake,
Wire,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.