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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Make Up,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.