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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.