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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
John Cale,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.