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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.