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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.