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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Franke,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.