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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.