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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Index,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.