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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.