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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.