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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.