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 Niger and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.