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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.