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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.