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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.