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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.