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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.