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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.