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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Monolake,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.