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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.