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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.