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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.