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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.