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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.