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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.