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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.