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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.