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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Monks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.