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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.