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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.