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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.