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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.