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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.