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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
cv313,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.