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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.