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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.