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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.