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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.