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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.