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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.