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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Slave,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Pylon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.