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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.