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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Monks,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.