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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.