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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Faust,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.