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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Monks,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.