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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Index,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.