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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.