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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.