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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.