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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.