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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.