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 France and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.