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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.