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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.