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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.