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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.