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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.