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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.