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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.