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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Franke,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.