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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.