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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.