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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.