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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.