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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.