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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.