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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.