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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.