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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.