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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.