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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.