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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.