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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s 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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Move,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.