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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.