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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Josef K,
New Order,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.