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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.