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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Wire,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.