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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.