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 Oman and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.