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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.