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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
CMW,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.