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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.