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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.