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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Nas,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.