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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Hashim,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.