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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.