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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.