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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Swans,
Scion,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.