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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.