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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.