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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.