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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
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.