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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.