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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.