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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.