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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.