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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.