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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.