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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.