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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.