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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
JFA,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.