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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Associates,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.