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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.