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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Fear,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.