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 India and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Move to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.