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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.