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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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.