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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.