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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.