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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.