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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
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.