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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.