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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Skaos,
Fear,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.