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 Andorra and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
JFA,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.