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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Magma,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.