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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.