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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.