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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Organ,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.