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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.