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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.