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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.