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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Associates,
Scion,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.