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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
UT,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.