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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.