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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Nas,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.