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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.