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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.