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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.