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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.