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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.