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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Echospace,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.