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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.