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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.