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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Pole,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.