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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.