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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.