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 India and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
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.