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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Mars,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.