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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.