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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.