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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
AZ,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.