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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.