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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.