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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Move to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.