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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.