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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Quantec,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Television,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.