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 Norway 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.