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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.