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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.