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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.