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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.