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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.