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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.