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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.