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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.