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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.