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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.