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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Magazine,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.