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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.