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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.