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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Swans,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.