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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.