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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.