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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.