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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.