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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.