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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.