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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.