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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.