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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.