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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.