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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.