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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.