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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
MC5,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.