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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Audionom,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.