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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ten City to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.