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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Wings,
Japan,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.