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 Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.