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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.