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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.