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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
PIL,
JFA,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.