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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.