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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Q65,
The Names,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.