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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.