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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.