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 San Marino 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.