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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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 Trojans,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
X-101,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.