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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
X-101,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.