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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.