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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Suicide,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.