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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
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.