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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
The Seeds,
ABC,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.