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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.