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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.