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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.