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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.