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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.