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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.