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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.