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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.