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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.