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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.