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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
X-101,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.