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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.