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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.