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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.