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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Pole,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.