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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.