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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.