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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.