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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Television,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.