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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.