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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
AZ,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Can,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.