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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.