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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.