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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.