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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.