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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.