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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.