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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 ABBA to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.