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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.