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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.