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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.