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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.