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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.