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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.