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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
JFA,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.