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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.