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 Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.