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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.