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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Franke,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Pole,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.