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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.