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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.