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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.