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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.