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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.