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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.