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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.