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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Flipper to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.