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 Burkina and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.