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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
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.