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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.