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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.