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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.