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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.