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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.