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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.