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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.