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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.