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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.