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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
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.