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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.