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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Fear,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.