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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.