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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.