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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.