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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.