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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Sound,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.