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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.