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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.