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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.