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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.