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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Scion,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.