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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.