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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.