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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.