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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.