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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.