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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.