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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.