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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Zapp,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.