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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.