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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.