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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Erasure,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.