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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.