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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.