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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.