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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.