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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.