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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Franke,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
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.