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 Ghana 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.