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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Japan to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Pagans,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Television,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.