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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Wake,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.