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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Ituana,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.