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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.