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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.