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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.