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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.