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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
CMW,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.