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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.