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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.