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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.