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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.