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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.