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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.