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 Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.