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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.