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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Minutemen 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.