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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.