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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.