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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.