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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Doors,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.