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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Brick,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.