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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.