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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.