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 Benin and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.