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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
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.