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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.