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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.