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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Monks,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Sparks,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.