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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.