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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.