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 Finland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.