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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Can,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.