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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Liliput,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.