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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.