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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.