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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
K-Klass,
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.