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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.