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 Belize 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.