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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.