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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.