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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.