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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.