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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.