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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.