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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Wire,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.