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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Echospace,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.