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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.