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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.