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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Fear,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.