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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.