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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.