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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.