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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.