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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.