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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.