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 Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.