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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Human League to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Brick,
Scion,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.