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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.