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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.