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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.