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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.