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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
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.