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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.