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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.