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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.