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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.