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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.