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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Monks,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.