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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.