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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.