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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.