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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.