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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.