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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.