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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Magma,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.