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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.