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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Can,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.