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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
June Days,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.