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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
PIL,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.