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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Whodini,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.