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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.