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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.