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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Television,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.