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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
The Human League,
UT,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.