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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.