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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.