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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Index,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.