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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.