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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.