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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Victims,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.