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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.