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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Faust,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.