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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.