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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.