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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Can,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.