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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.