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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.