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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.