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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.