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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Can,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.