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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.