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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.