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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.