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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.