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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.