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 China and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.