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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
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.