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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.