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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.