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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.