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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Brick,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.