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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.