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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.