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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.