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 Italy 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Can,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.