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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Wings,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.