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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.