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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.