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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.