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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.