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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Searchers to the techno 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.