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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.