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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.