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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Television,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.