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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.